Random Rants and Runts (May 1, 06)
Ok, I'm tired of maintaining my blog at blogspot.com, SO... this will be my new blog & bitch location.
Today's thoughts:
Many of you know that I am not a huge fan of my job. I hate to say hate, and I hate to say bored, but I think they're both applicable to my current position. So, I was elated to receive an email this morning from the Dean of our University announcing assistantships for grad students in my program (basically, I would be allowed to teach English 1110 (Freshman Composition) at my University -- receiving adjunct rate, and quite frankly, it would be an excellent credential for me after I graduate. So I called right away. I would love to teach again, and not that I didn't love the little rugrat shits I taught in California, but I would love the opportunity to teach students who actually wanted to learn, who didn't put me in the category of teacher (Satan) as many (but not all ) of my students did. SO... I made the call.
Here's the bullshit of the day: If I would be getting my Masters in English, I could teach, but I'm getting my Masters of Fine Arts in Creative Writing -- They are forcing us to take a "Composition Theory and Pedagogy" class fall semester, and then work with a mentor instructor next spring, and THEN I can apply to teach English -- Fall 2008. Nevermind the fact that I have a teaching credential and seven years experience.
So I will continue to be a lame secretary, taking orders from lawyers... grrrr.
I steal runts from Stachia on a pretty regular basis -- I don't think she minds or anything. But we always fight over the Banana ones. I don't think they taste like bananas or anything, but we argue. Well after I left her office earlier this morning I opened up my little mini pack of runts while I was walking through the hall and they exploded -- miniature runts scrambled all over the floor. But here is the most amazing thing: All the bananas stayed in the package. Amazing. But this thought crossed my mind: if the bananas would have hit the floor, would I have been a nasty bitch and picked them up? Interesting.
(Actually, not so interesting... I think I would have picked them up, gone back to Stachia's office and offered them to her... :)
I went back through that hallway maybe 15 minutes later with every intention of picking up the little runts and throwing them away, but they were gone. I am so curious George. Whose favorite runts are the strawberry ones? or the new fangled blue raspberry ones?
All I know is that someone found a mini-treasure and I bet I made their day (those dirty bastards).
Currently reading : Brick Lane : A Novel By Monica Ali
Today's thoughts:
Many of you know that I am not a huge fan of my job. I hate to say hate, and I hate to say bored, but I think they're both applicable to my current position. So, I was elated to receive an email this morning from the Dean of our University announcing assistantships for grad students in my program (basically, I would be allowed to teach English 1110 (Freshman Composition) at my University -- receiving adjunct rate, and quite frankly, it would be an excellent credential for me after I graduate. So I called right away. I would love to teach again, and not that I didn't love the little rugrat shits I taught in California, but I would love the opportunity to teach students who actually wanted to learn, who didn't put me in the category of teacher (Satan) as many (but not all ) of my students did. SO... I made the call.
Here's the bullshit of the day: If I would be getting my Masters in English, I could teach, but I'm getting my Masters of Fine Arts in Creative Writing -- They are forcing us to take a "Composition Theory and Pedagogy" class fall semester, and then work with a mentor instructor next spring, and THEN I can apply to teach English -- Fall 2008. Nevermind the fact that I have a teaching credential and seven years experience.
So I will continue to be a lame secretary, taking orders from lawyers... grrrr.
I steal runts from Stachia on a pretty regular basis -- I don't think she minds or anything. But we always fight over the Banana ones. I don't think they taste like bananas or anything, but we argue. Well after I left her office earlier this morning I opened up my little mini pack of runts while I was walking through the hall and they exploded -- miniature runts scrambled all over the floor. But here is the most amazing thing: All the bananas stayed in the package. Amazing. But this thought crossed my mind: if the bananas would have hit the floor, would I have been a nasty bitch and picked them up? Interesting.
(Actually, not so interesting... I think I would have picked them up, gone back to Stachia's office and offered them to her... :)
I went back through that hallway maybe 15 minutes later with every intention of picking up the little runts and throwing them away, but they were gone. I am so curious George. Whose favorite runts are the strawberry ones? or the new fangled blue raspberry ones?
All I know is that someone found a mini-treasure and I bet I made their day (those dirty bastards).
Currently reading : Brick Lane : A Novel By Monica Ali
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